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" Beep! Beep! Beep! "

This was the sound that Ginny Weasley heard before slamming on, and nearly breaking her muggle alarm clock. She was the only one in her entire family of nine that had a room to herself. She rolled over with a groan, and promptly fell off, her bed. Now, fully awake, Ginny rubbed her eyes and walked toward her closet. Though it was not a long walk, by any means Ginny kept tripping over clothes and scraps of stories lying upon the floor. She walked, or stumbled to her closet and brushed her hand through the array of fabrics. Even if she was poor she knew how to shop and be fashionable unfortunately, she could not say the same for her brothers. Ron however loyal could never put on an outfit correctly let alone Fred, George, Percy, or Charlie. In fact, the only other person who could correctly put on two things that even matched together was, her favorite brother Bill. Still, she was not very close to him either, she always felt a little like the oddball of her family. Sure, she could pretend, but she always felt something was off. She tromped as loudly as possible down the stairs, in hopes of arising company for breakfast, but as she was the only one in her family who on occasion, could not sleep through the night. Because of this, there was no one that could be woken this early.

Yawning, glancing, at the clock and thinking was not an easy thing to do, still Ginny was trying to do all three, but because of her natural clumsiness she ended up spilling her milk, and crack her neck HARD, she squealed in pain and realized she forgot what she was thinking of. There was a slight cough behind her and she looked to see none other than Harry James Potter standing behind her, with small amused smile on his face. This was the reason she had had a crush on him so long ago,
because in some strange way, he understood her.

"Harry! What in the world are you doing here?" Her eyes filled with excitement and laughter at seeing her, might-as-well-be-brother.

Harry laughed at her glee, "Your mother owled me, said it was important, and I just couldn't stand the Durslesy one bloody minute more!" Ginny nodded her head in understanding and gave him a heart warming hug.

" It's great to have you back!"

Unfortunately, Fred and George decided to walk in at that exact moment. Now, if you ever met Fred or George you would know that they could never resist a good joke. This meant bad luck for Harry and Ginny because this one was wide open for comment.

"So Harry, getting a little snug?" One of the two suggested with a waggle of his eye brows.

Harry's wide appalled eyes even sent Ginny into fits of laughter. When the laughter died down, the kitchen began filling up with red headed boys and smells of pancakes and eggs coming from the only other woman in the house. Mrs. Molly Weasley, she looked rather depressed and Ginny felt her heart reach out to her. Although they were not a close family she still loved them with all her heart.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Her mother seemed to20get even more teary-eyed every time she tried to speak. Harry and Ginny shared a helpless look after the matriarch of the house began crying, but went back to eating anyway. So the youngest Weasley shrugged her shoulders and began to eat with the others. As daily routine took place, Mr. Weasley came home a little into breakfast smiling telling them of the awful raids they all knew he enjoyed. Soon the morning post came there were no letters to Ginny, but as she glanced around the room she realized she was the only one with that problem. At that pit of her stomach she felt a rather empty feeling. She sighed and headed for the door only to be closely followed by Harry. Quickly deciding that Harry was okay to bring, she headed to her secret place, that only she knew of. It was quite high in an oak tree ten feet from the house, most of her brothers had a fear of heights, and she took it to her full advantage. When she was six or so she used to sneak things from the house a board here a hammer there. No one really noticed, or missed them, but with them she created a beautiful little house on the upper most branch that could hold it and her. Well, not beautiful she reprimanded when they reached it. It was originally made by an eight year old then built on later. As she grew older, she added spells that made it safer. So she knew that it was not dangerous to stay in though she had a feeling that her parents knew of her little spot because she didn't fall and die as a small child. No letters had ever been sent to the Burrow about misuse of magic and no one, as of yet knew that Ginny was uncannily gifted in the Dark Arts and was often creating her own spells. She did not always need words, or even a wand to use these spells, she was over intelligent for her year and yearned to skip this year.

The little lioness shook the jumbled thoughts from her head and climbed the tree, silently Harry followed behind her. They reached her safe haven and crawled in lying down listening to what was around them, and they stayed that way for quite a long. Neither of them was speaking but both understanding each other in some unspoken bond. She closed her eyes enjoying the peace of mind it brought her, to be close to someone with no personal gain for either side. They would have stayed longer if not for the odd voice of a man of which they were both familiar...

"Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter" said the old man below them his long white beard tickling the grass tips, his eyes twinkling with joy and mischief the man that could on only be known as…

"Professor Dumbledore! " Both teens climbed down from there hide-away as quickly as humanly possible, both now with ear splitting smiles on there faces.

"I have information involving the both of you! Come on, come on!" He smiled as he ushered them towards the house. He spoke with a serious tone. There was a moment when they worried as the headmaster would not come here unless it was very important news. However, he eyes were vibrant with a mischievous twinkle that he was renowned for.

"What is it Professor?" Harry asked in a nervous voice still worried about what was a matter. Albus Dumbledore's smile grew wider.

"Nothing that cannot be talked about over a nice cup of tea!" He said airily, walking into the ragged, magical looking brown house known as the Burrow, the house of the Weasley clan. Molly had already put a kettle over the fire and it was steaming, ready to go by the time they were in the kitchen. Molly was still crying when her daughter, Harry, and the loving headmaster came in her very cramped kitchen. They all sat at the long wooden table in the middle of the room. Harry and Ginny glanced=2 0back and forth between the headmaster and the loving head of the Weasley clan. No one spoke for a long time. There was no sound with the exception of the occasional sniffle from Mrs. Weasley and the sound of her dress sweeping across the floor as she prepared their teas. Professor Dumbledore looked at both the students with a smile and began stroking his beard. Ginny was glancing at mother who now had a handkerchief out and was loudly blowing her nose, Harry was trying to think of something to say, but luckily, the professor spoke first.

"I'll have you know, Miss Weasley, that this was all my idea. So as a fair warning please, do not blame your mother. She was doing what she thought was right." Dumbledore waited for conformation, which came in the form of a small inclination of the young girls head, and when her approval came he began to continue.

"As you might have noticed, your a bit different form your brothers." At this point Ginny nodded again as if to let him know he could continue with her permission. Molly sucked in a breath and spoke before Albus had a chance to proceed with his explanation.

"Ginny dear, I know that I don't know you very well,20and I am sorry. Still, remember that I love you very, very much." By now the youngest Weasley had realized something important was about to issue. She looked fearlessly into her headmasters bright blue eyes.

"What is it sir? Please tell me now. I'm afraid of what I'm going to hear so say it, before I lose my courage." The old man's eyes dimmed at the thought of such a heavy subject.

"You are not a Weasley, Miss Potter, not a Weasley at all."

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I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, sugar high water uma but i can never resist a good one when i see it !

As for you, Vannessa Hillstead you will find out next chapter but basically it's Voldemort's fault